Blue

I’m feeling a little bit down. We had an amazing weekend in Amsterdam, catching up with our friend. But, because of the snow here and in the UK we are stranded for a third night. After booking out of our lovely hotel this morning we spent some time in the Rijksmuseum 

While we got out fill of culture, outside there was something of a whiteout. Checking the airport website we were reassured that while many flights were cancelled, ours was going ahead. The first sign of trouble came as we went to the gate for boarding. The flight was delayed for an hour. We had been lounging; eating and drinking since arriving at the airport. So suddenly there was a shopping opportunity. Finally another hour later we boarded. The captain told us that we would be delayed another hour as the plane had to be defrosted!. 90 minutes later the flight was cancelled.

The up side is we have a bed for the night in a basic but comfortable hotel. The downside is that we don’t have a flight date or time. I should be at work tomorrow, but obviously won’t be there. While I feel a little blue I have some lovely memories of the weekend to look back on.

Blue

So to Sinful Sunday. We picked up a bath bomb in Lush yesterday. So after a long day of walking, dinner with our friend in Master’s favourite restaurant and time in a jazz club. We got back to the hotel and enjoyed this:

 

Sinful Sunday

Lazy Sunday

We are away this weekend. We have come to a town on the south coast of England with the purpose of seeing the musical version of the Adams Family. Not being people who drive over 100 miles for the evening, we arrived Friday. We have a pleasant and comfortable hotel room, with a view towards the docks. Sadly the weather has been a little very wet. This hasn’t spoiled our enjoyment which has been tailored towards shopping, eating and drinking rather than sightseeing.

The show was a bit of a disappointment. Many of the songs in the original broadway show have been removed and none of the cast performances were memorable. But after the show we enjoyed some bubbly and a few snacks before bed in our room. This morning, we are taking things slowly. A lazy start to Sunday.

Sinful Sunday

Blogging A-Z Challenge: V&W

It was all going so well. Catching up on the 30 day challenge wasn’t a problem when I was just a day behind. Then leading up to T and U I got myself ahead. I had every intention of continuing in this vein, but work and my social life took over so. Now as the challenge ends today 30th April I find myself requiring V, W, X, Y and Z to complete the thing. As with all of these things planning is the key and if there is one thing I am bad at, it is planning. Actually, no that’s not quite true. I plan well, but if planning includes much more than writing a list, then I am often scuppered. And with this thing, I didn’t even do that.

But I am no quitter (except for the 365 question challenge and 2016 February Photofest so perhaps I am) so here, briefly are V to Z.

V is for vaginismus

Just recently vaginal sex has become painful, and at times I mean really painful. It’s like that bit of my body just doesn’t want anything inside it. There have been times too when I am dry, this can easily be put down to the menopause, and with sufficient foreplay resolved. We can use lubricants for that, but haven’t needed to. Master is, well the master of foreplay and knows how to get my juices going. It might sometimes take longer but it happens. He can explore my body with his fingers, use his mouth and tongue. But as soon as his cock tries to push its way in my muscles seem to clamp shut.

I am not entirely what to do about this problem, but don’t think there is a physical problem with my body. I had a smear less than a year ago and all was good. There is no pain the rest of the time and no bleeding. Therefore it must be psychological. I am sure together we will explore ways of getting over this problem, but for now it is a real pain. Well in the vagina.

I am self diagnosing Vaginismus, but am not entirely sure.

W is for weekends

More and more I find week days an interruption of the pleasure of my weekends. My working week is 4 days, but in truth 3 would be better now. We try to balance travel and social activities with some down time. We find that if we are too busy then we get too tired for sex and play. But then if we don’t have much planned we tend to vegetate and then get little achieved.

One of the best things about weekends is that there is often the chance to get away somewhere. Frequently this necessitates a hotel stay (we have a low threshold for not returning home). Most recently we travelled to the south coast on Friday to see Master’s daughter in a university show. 

I love hotel bathrooms and the lovely bathrobe they sometimes loan you (if loan is the right word). Yesterday morning when Master was showering I lazed on the bed and took these. 

 

These photos are perhaps the clearest indication of the way my life has changed over the past 3 years. They show how I can relax in a way I previously never could. They show a luxury I couldn’t previously enjoy and a happiness I wasn’t always privy to.

Now I just need to sort out one, hopefully little problem.

XY&Z to follow in the next post.

 

Sinful Sunday

Our weekend

The weekend is our time to be together, usually without outside intervention and involvement. Occasionally we visit friends or family, or maybe have people over. But usually it is just us. Sometimes we go away for the weekend, often travelling no further than the centre of London. Only half an hour away by train. During those weekends we stay in a nice hotel, visit galleries, see films, attend concerts. We usually eat and drink a little too much.

This weekend we are in London, but this time for Eroticon. A first for us, spending time with other kink friendly people. We have still managed our alone time, but are equally enjoying meeting new people.

I will post more about Eroticon later, but for now and for Sinful Sunday. A photo from the shower this morning.

Sinful Sunday
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Happy Anniversary

My 54+ years have contained highs and lows. In the main, the highs win over the lows. I am a half full rather than half empty person. I enjoyed a happy childhood with loving parents who tried to give us all that they could and two great but highly irritating brothers. Generally they hardly knew when they were well off – a sister who looked after them, ate their food to allow them to get down from the table, wrote their thank you cards post Christmas, told mum when they had hit her…….well maybe not that, but anyway.

My marriage was mainly positive despite his unfaithfulness, general inability to provide for his family and to make decisions. Plus the fact he was entirely absent during the first 3 years of my sons life. I guess that being a mother has been the main part of my life, before I met Master, when I have felt fulfilment. I make no excuse for saying that my greatest achievement in many ways has been producing and bringing up my son. He made me laugh when I was sad, he made me cry for mainly good and proud reasons. I am beyond proud of the young man he is now.
But when it comes to love and personal happiness the past three years top everything.
On 1st February 2014 I met the man who is now my Master. We had only been chatting online for a week but something about our interactions (plus the fact that we lived within 45 minutes of each other) made us decide to meet up.
The rest is history.
There is a lot I could write here, but much of this blog details our journey, the highs and the lows, not that there are many lows even if you were a half empty person which Master is and I am not.
Today, day 1 of February Photofest 2017, I am posting a photo that Master took of me waiting, ready for his use. Something that demonstrates the highlight of the life I now live as Master’s owned slave.